Stacy Smith's heels clacked against the tiles as she bounced down the corridor towards her apartment, humming tunelessly to herself. It was a chilly Halloween evening, and she was glad to be back inside, since the outfit she'd picked out was... well, it'd be generous to call it an outfit. A pink, pointy witch's hat rested on top of her platinum blonde hair, and her body was criss-crossed by similarly coloured straps, which elaborately conspired to keep three scraps of pink fabric in place over her chest, and between her legs. The only other concession to modesty was a full-length, pink sparkly cape, which was too small to really cover her properly; when it was pulled tight, all it did was outline Stacy's oversized, subtly enhanced tits, while leaving a generous and appealing window which revealed her bare belly and crotch.
The whole ensemble had seemed like a brilliant idea when Stacy came up with it; after all, the sorority Halloween party was the biggest event of Autumn. She wanted to have fun, and get laid! Besides, the outfit wouldn't even be a problem if she could get a ride home with some cutie!
Unfortunately, she'd struck out. Repeatedly. Apparently there was such a thing as "too much", and every single partygoer she'd tried to hit on had shuffled off to the bathroom with an embarrassing stain in their pants. Which, to be honest, Stacy had kinda enjoyed...
She produced a set of keys from who-knows-where, and let herself into the apartment. It was pretty nice, especially for four college kids, with a front room, and five doors leading to the bedrooms and the kitchen. They even had their own bathrooms!
The lights were off when Stacy got inside, so she flopped down on one of the couches in the dark. She thought about flipping on the TV to watch a terrible scary movie, but the remote was a little too far away, and she'd had a few too many drinks at the party to want to move.
Instead, she lay there for a while. Stacy had lost track of her roommates at the party; Amelia had been flirting with a crowd of girls near the bar the last time she'd seen her, getting the bandages from her mummy costume slowly unwrapped by a bunch of giggling bimbos, who discovered to their delight that the cocky, hung, muscular girl was commando underneath them.
Isaac, meanwhile, had suffered a critical wardrobe malfunction with his demon outfit, which had come out a lot more sparkly and skintight than it had looked in the pictures. The poor guy was slim and feminine at the best of time, but hiding his adorably tiny bulge (and gropable ass) was next to impossible in that getup, and the last time Stacy had seen him, he'd been cornered by a group of older girls, who were doting on him in the most embarrassing way possible.
She had no idea where Luna had gotten to; she'd been against going to the party in the first place, and had been more or less dragged by the others, and her only concession to the costuming had been a slasher mask over her usual stained sweatpants and hoodie.
It seemed as if none of them were back yet... Stacy's mind started to wander. All alone, in this dark, empty apartment, on Halloween...
Her hands, covered by elbow-length pink gloves, started to wander downward, and she tugged the scant piece of fabric covering her crotch to the side. She had been
really
looking forward to getting some tonight, and while all that teasing had been fun, it had left her high and dry... well, that might not be quite the right expression.
Stacy dipped her hand down, and squirmed.
Fuck
. She hadn't realised she was that wet... it was a wonder there hadn't been a stain in her outfit. Moving her hand in slow circles, she couldn't help thinking about what might be lurking in the shadows. She was completely defenceless... if there was some sort of
terrible monster
hiding out in here, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it...
Her heart beat faster. Some latex-clad vampire vixen, ready to hypnotise Stacy and leave her a drooling, mindless slave, leaning in for a kiss only to sink those cute little fangs into her, pulling back with a single line of red running down her chin... or, fuck, maybe a werewolf with a knot the size of her fist, all pent-up and desperate and ready to
breed
...
Or maybe,
she thought, as her breath quickened and a knot of excited, shameful dread tightenedl in the pit of her stomach,
some creep is in here already, and he just saw a cute, defenceless girl lay down on the couch and start rubbing herself stupid, and now he's thinking that he can do whatever he wants to her, and she'll probably like it...
Just as Stacy was getting lost in that little fantasy, there was a sudden clattering noise from somewhere else in the apartment. Stacy's hand clamped over her mouth, while her legs snapped shut. She held her breath. Fuck. Was someone actually in here? Were they... watching her?
Stacy should have been terrified, and she really was. But... at the same time...
She didn't move from where she was, still reclining on the couch in her costume. Heck, she didn't even try to cover herself with the cape. Instead, her hand started to trace slow, careful circles again...
Jeez... I'm such a fucking freak...
she whined inwardly, struggling not to roll her hips. She was shaking, the momentary shot of fear making every thrum of pleasure from between her legs more intense... she should really stop, and go and check on that noise, but...it was probably nothing.
Or maybe whatever it was will come to check on me first...
It was the same kind of thrill Stacy got from watching old, cheesy slasher movies late at night, but that feeling was little more than an echo of what she was experiencing now. Being helpless and
vulnerable
felt so good, and Stacy moaned into her gloved hand as, unbidden, images of someone sinister in the shadows, wearing some tacky mask, and watching her every move came to mind.
Come onnn... come and get me... I'm right here... just use meeee...
Stacy had almost immediately forgotten about the actual, real-world noise she'd heard, far too caught up in fantasising about imaginary slasher movie villains to pay it any more thought.
Creak
.
And just like that, Stacy was snapped straight back to reality. Holy shit. Was that a-
Creak.
